She snickered. I didn't. I wasn’t joking.
“Do you think people are going to show up? Like important people?”
“Yeah, I do.” I nodded. “It’s going to be a good time, I promise.”
She nodded and shook her hands out.
“I should have taken a shot before we left.”
“You’re good.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the little case I kept on me with two prerolls in it. “You want this?”
“Can I?”
“Yeah, baby. I got you.” I lit the joint, took a quick hit, and rolled the window down to blow the smoke out before handing it to her.
Myome lowered her window and I met eyes with the driver who was looking at us in his rearview mirror. I cut my eyes at him and he looked back at the road.
Myome smoked throughout the car ride while I traced little circles on her bare leg. When we got to the spot, it was already jumping. I collected the roach from her and tucked it into my pocket then quickly hopped out and walked around the car to open her door and help her out. She pulled her skirt down as soon as she was out and a few flashes went off while we headed to the entrance.
When we got inside, Radiant Reverie’s album release party was in full effect. Music was blasting and a ton of well-known music artists, producers, and writers were in attendance as well as a few celebrities, actors, and social media influencers. Myome looked happy when she surveyed the room and I was thankful shit had worked out. Rome and I made a few calls to a few of our associates in the industry, letting them know it was a good look to show up, just in case they were thinking about skipping it.
My head jerked in Myome’s direction when she yanked her arm from mine and headed toward the bar. I followed right behind her and we were within arm’s reach before I realized her mission wasn’t to get to the bar, it was to get to Niecy’s ass at the bar. This bitch was bold in a way that had to be associated with a personality disorder because there was no way someone with a properly working brain would think that showing up at Myome’s album release party would be a good look after posting that picture of us in the studio and insinuating we’d slept together.
Trapp had to have gotten her in and I made a note to make sure Allison knew not to invite him to anything else dealing with Radiant Reverie in the future.
“We need to talk,” Myome said as soon as she was close enough to be heard.
“About?”
“Niecy.” Myome forced a laugh. “Bring your ass to this fucking bathroom before I slap you over the bar,” she warned.
Niecy sucked her teeth. “Girl, you are not going to hit me.”
“Do you want to take bets on that?” Myome asked.
Niecy rolled her eyes and pushed away from the bar.
“Come on then. Let’s talk.”
“Good.” Myome nudged her head toward the little hallway beside the bar.
I followed them.
“Look, Myome, I don’t have anything against you, okay? That little social media shit is just that. No one is trying to fuck your husband. Trust me. I’ve had better.” She pushed the door to the women’s bathroom open and me and Myome followed her. “I actually think?—”
Her sentence died in her throat when Myome punched her head back as soon as the door closed behind us. I didn’t even really get to process what the fuck was going on before Myome started beating Niecy the fuck up. She grabbed her by the head and yanked her down to knee her in the face then jerked her into a side headlock and started just punching her ass in the face while she talked shit the whole time.
“Are you out of your fucking mind trying to fuck my husband, bitch? And showing up to my album release party?” Myome kept hitting her. “That social media shit will get you fucked up in real life!”
I whistled while I let Myome get her anger off.
When the door opened behind us, I saw Trapp coming to check on his sister and swung on his ass too since he’d thought it was cool to bring her.
We fought briefly before I got in the hit that had him grabbing the door to the bathroom stall to stay upright.
I drew my attention back to Niecy’s stupid ass flailing and unsuccessfully trying to hit my wife back.
I let Myome get a few more good hits in before I decided that was good enough and walked over to grab her. I had to pry her hand from Niecy’s neck, and even then, she gripped a handful of her hair and tried to kick the shit out of her.